A Shoegasmic Delight

It’s interesting that so many of my fair readers keyed in on the shoe moment. And I will share all about it, as a matter of fact. First, however, I feel the need to clarify that I did not eat for seven hours straight. Grin. My husband had the perfect reply on that matter after reading Jaci’s question. He said, “No, you did something you enjoy far more. You talked for seven hours straight.”

Basically the dining table or drinks table or coffee table is the “office” for most of our meetings in New York. It just makes for a great way to discuss business, but in the end you do wind up “posing” over food more than anything else. That’s how Selena James put it while we had “breakfast” yesterday immediately after all three of us had already eaten breakfast (hence second breakfast.)

But what about those shoes. On Day One after our meeting with a couple of fine ladies from Tor, Pamela and I stumbled upon an amazing shoe shop. Wandering in, it was a feast for my shoe-hungry eyes. I was in serious need of some good heels, and boy did this shop have them in abundance. By the time I was ready to emerge, uh, four pairs richer (now, there was a two-for-one deal going on!) I finally learned the name of the shop. The sales manager handed me their business card, and I read the name of the store. Shoegasm.
“Oh, wow,” I said with a smile, “and I already had one!”

He smiled too and said, “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

Hmm… did he mean what I thought he meant? Or did he think I meant that I already had his business card? I’m not entirely sure, but it sure was amusing.

The Shoe Moment yesterday was only a pale imitation of the True and Original Shoe Moment. Nothing fit or worked.

So, in the end, was I in the city to pose over food for seven hours and talk? Or was I there to have multiple shoegasms? I’ll let you decide.
Hugs,
Deidre